Why They Don't Fuck Wit Us

Y'all ready for this
 ARE YOU READY!!!!!!
 Ho, uh, uh
 Why they don't fuck with us
 Don't fuck with us, don't fuck with us
 Don't fuck with us
 I use colorful rhymes, you probably heard
 From somebody else's lit, but really it's my spit
 I came from the streets, I'm not from the 'burbs
 Although I stay in the burbs, I come from the streets
 Money hungry hustlers trying to make ends meet
 Stingy young brothers when we walk we squeak
 Have street, have money, have heart
 I ain't trying to but I'm trying to go off the park
 I'm on deck, Sick Wid It Records I rep
 I'm a vet, but I spit like a youngster from the set
 I ain't tripping, I knew it was political
 They left us out the top for us, me and Mystikal
 I rap fast but you could quote my rhymes
 The greatest game spitter of all times
 The most underrated rapper in the game
 But everybody wanna use my slang
 I don't know what they was thinking
 When they thought what they was thinking
 But they shit enough to fuck it
 I've been a hustler since birth
 So when they haul me off and
 Put me up in that hearse remember this verse
 I did a song with Fred Durst, as far as the independent
 Underground rap scene, I was the first
 To get a big deal, couple mill, and some mo'
 See times have changed ever since then back in '94
 Playa been eating off that bill, for a while
 I always did me I never changed my style
 I gave it to you raw and uncut
 75 percent of the words, I made it up
 You ask me why I speak the real the way I feel
 How come E-40 so groupie and y'all so game goofy
 Started to the back that I'm a force
 They never put me on the cover of The Source
 Next tape, they can't trace the calls
 I change numbers, like a playa changes draws
 I'm having money, money long stretch like a burshie
 When he use to come around ask the easter bunny
 (Tell me do you know E-40)
 Bet you the players say that's the homie
 You liable to find me on the AVE. on the main drag
 Or on the corner sipping yac up out a brown paper bag
 I don't need no iron on my ready crease
 Enough game to sell sand to a beach
 Enough game to sell a hooker to a priest
 Enough game to sell rookie rocket Scottie to a street
 I rap fast but you could quote my rhymes
 The greatest game spitter of all times
 The most underrated rapper in the game
 But everybody wanna use my slang